Author: Exiled-Knight PM
The story of a wanderer of the days of old, the exile. Feedback is welcome, but not necessary.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Fantasy - Words: 160 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 02-28-03 - id: 1247192
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Hands grip my arms,
Furiously clawing at the flesh,
The gates open,
The world creeps in around me.
A flash of silver catches the sun,
A sharp pain radiates,
As crimson blood seeps from my forehead.
They mock and ridicule,
Strip me of my pride.
From the shadows, a figure arises,
The embodiment of all malevolence,
'Farewell, my friend.'
With a sadistic smile on his face,
He casts me forth from my home.
The gates clamp shut,
Silence is the only thing to be heard.
I was once respected, honored, and loved,
But the game of ignorance and deception
Shredded it all to pieces.
My life in that place over,
I take the steps towards a new.
I am no longer the valiant individual,
But the wanderer,
Forever marked across the forehead,
I pull the hood of my cloak
Securely over my face,
And start my journey of exile,